Once again, a friend (M) has had a baby.
Once again, I am in a tailspin.
I'm sitting here at work, overhearing snippets of conversation from the back. Baby talk, like women do.
I fucking hate it.
This typing is my attempt to look too busy to join in the conversation.
My mind wanders. Will we ever have that moment? Will I ever get to melt as I watch my dear sweet hubby meet his child? Will I ever bring joy into my loved ones' lives, rather than sadness?